Julian Thorne didn't move for a long moment. He just stared at the stack of papers in Rex’s hand. The glass-and-steel fortress felt like it was shrinking around him.
"You won't get far with those," Julian finally hissed, his voice dropping low. "Those papers prove nothing to a judge. They're copies. And even if they were real, who do you think owns the judges in this city?"
Rex tightened his grip on the documents. "We don't need a judge yet, Julian. We just need the press."
Julian pressed a hidden button on his desk. The door behind Rex and Luna slid shut with a soft thud.
"Security," Julian commanded into his watch. "Two intruders. Take the evidence. Do not harm the girl, but be firm with Rex."
Heavy footsteps echoed from the back hallway. Two huge men in dark suits rounded the corne
